Lost Me Gained Regret

As soon as we entered, one of the men led us up a staircase without any railings. Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with a fierce face, sitting with his leg crossed on a chair, and next to him, Ramona, still

unconscious and tied up!

"Ramona!" I hurried towards her.

Her frail body couldn't withstand such rough handling!

But before I could get close, a gun was pressed against my temple as a warning.

"Jack!"

The middle-aged man, who previously seemed uninterested, now looked somewhat apprehensive. He slowly uncrossed his legs and smiled, "What are you doing? Ms. Webster is just worried about her grandma. No need to draw guns."

"Understood."

The gun was withdrawn from my head.

Kane, I felt a chill run down my spine. Despite his

Webster, are you

came because you asked

didn't want to engage in unnecessary talk and got straight to the point,

genuinely entertained. "How

Click-

determined

wasn't fazed, but then he changed his tone, flicked the ash off his cigar, and looked at me. "Ms. Webster, no need to be on edge. I'm not here to rob or

pressed down Mark's gun-bearing hand, asking, "What is

"The will of Ramona."

what's your relation with Dorothy and

was someone else, they wouldn't need to inquire about the

will right off the bat, if it wasn't for those two, then

hands as he walked towards me, his warning cold and menacing, "Ms. Webster, don't ask questions

answer mine,

of